A casual "Swipe it."
Just two words, yet they hit Qiao Qianmo's face like a slap, making it swell instantly!
She was, absolutely, furious!
Ou Jue didn't stop Xia Xiyan, nor did he rush to pay for her.
Because he understood perfectly—this little fool was smacking the faces of everyone in her own way.
And she wasn't holding back, not even a little.
As the store clerk carefully packed up the dress and handed it over to Xia Xiyan.
Oh, wait. Ou Jue immediately took the bag from Xia Xiyan's hand.
Personally carrying it for her!
Who'd ever gotten such treatment before?!
No one, ever!
Qiao Qianmo clenched her fists tightly, feeling as if her eyes were about to shoot flames!
Xiyan took Ou Jue's arm, the two of them openly flaunting their affection right in front of Qiao Qianmo.
The phone in Xiyan's bag began to ring.
It was her mom!
Xiyan quickly answered, "Hello? Mom, mm-hmm, I'll be home soon. Wait for me, okay~"
